my favorite part (one of my faves let's be real) of dad!rockstar!eddie is him learning to be patient with and understand kensie's emotions. i feel like a part of him would be triggered by all of her big sometimes irrational feelings bc his father was so reactive to his feelings and it's a big breakthrough for him when he gets passed it
he wasn’t always patient. one time he snapped and acted just like his dad, and before nb could, wayne got him all the way together real fucking quick lol. don’t mess with grandpa wayne’s grandbabies.
kensie was crying over a bug she ran over with her scooter, and was sad because she didn’t mean to kill it, and now it’s dead and she feels sad.
and eddie was annoyed, sleep deprived, maybe he and nb had gotten into a little disagreement that morning and he was just on edge anyways. eddie huffs, rolls his eyes, tells her, “kensie, it’s a bug. c’mon. quit crying over that. suck it up.”
which ofc makes kensie cry more. she runs to nb and before nb can even start, wayne’s stepping in. eddie made the piss poor mistake of doing it in front of wayne.
“boy, have you lost your mind? what’s the matter with the you?” and that’s all nb needs to hear to take kensie and sephy inside because she knows eddie’s about to get his ass chewed out. as he should.
eddie just stands there, frozen like he was when he was a teenager, getting bitched out by wayne.
“i-it’s- shes crying over a bug, wayne. it’s just a bug-“
“-to you.” wayne snaps. “to her, it’s not. and she doesn’t understand it, yet, she’s still little bitty. and you’re over here treatin’ her like-“ wayne stops, lips pursed as eddie’s face pales.
“well, you know who you’re treatin’ her like. and you should be ashamed of yourself, talkin’ to a baby- your baby, like that.“ wayne is disgusted, absolutely repulsed, and eddie feels so fucking sick.
“you better learn how to handle yourself and your emotions. you understand me?”
you aren’t entirely sure what was said, only catching glimpses of wayne cornering eddie, his finger jamming in your husband’s paling face, but whatever was said was enough to have him on the verge of tears when he came back in. enough to have him apologizing, to you and kensie. enough that he held you a little tighter that night, face pressed in you neck while he soothed himself, rattled and hurting, disappointed in himself.
but after that, he did what he always does, which is put in the work to make it better. it’s a battle every day for eddie to not be like his dad, fall into his own urges because it’s easier. and some days he doesn’t win that battle, but he always tries because he is a good dad at the end of the day.
vega getting eddie to do the ‘ring your friends and tell them goodnight’. it goes viral.
he rings gareth who responds with ‘what did you do? do we need to get the lawyers?’
jeff responds with ‘…is this your way of telling me you’ve knocked nb up again? you guys are getting too old for this man’
just dead silence on the other line when he calls gareth and then, “what did you- man, are you okay? did you relapse? are you in jail or something?” i feel the only other time he’s called gareth and said that (more emotional at that time but) was when he relapsed and nb left.
jeff’s response is so funny. could see him being like “…yeah love you too man.” and then “did you knock nb up again? you guys are too old for this, man. you’re pushing elderly.”
I think Eddie would be really into “breaking the seal” when out drinking with his girlfriend (reader).
Not in a piss kink way but just about control. I can see him being like “no no no baby you don’t wanna break the seal yet.” and then just keep her close🫣
Not to be too loud on main, but, from what I know, this technically is a form of piss kink. But, hey, I’m not mad at it😏I love writing the freak in Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.
Just so you know I’m not just spouting shit, I’ve read fics like this in the past (actually with Eddie🤭—and I mean like 2022-past, so don’t ask me what they were because I have no fucking clue lol) and I also looked it up to confirm. Here’s what urban dictionary says:
To piss kink or not to piss kink... That is the question...
Fuck it, let's do a little😈as a treat...
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Warning: no actual pissing on anyone, everyone lower your guns🙌it's just a power-play, holding, Eddie gets off on making you squirm in his lap, public stuff, alcohol consumption, written quickly - forgive any errors, don't know how long this is - I wrote it in tumblr (I know, brave of me)
It all started five minutes ago when you whispered into Eddie's ear, telling him you'll be right back, that you just need to use the restroom real quick. Instead of letting you off is his lap and patting your butt as you made your way through the busy bar to the facilities like he usually would, his grip only tightened, pulling you flush to him, your back against his warm chest.
You couldn't help the giggle that tumbled past your lips at his greedy affection, but when he still didn't let you go, you turned your head, letting your eyes slide to the side as you tried to meet your boyfriend's darkened gaze. With you so close, he used the opportunity to nuzzle into your cheek, pressing wet kisses to the smooth skin.
"Eddie, I gotta go. I'll be right back," you chuckled softly, trying to avoid interrupting the flow of the conversation happening around you between your friends.
"Mm, no," he grunted, nosing your cheek harder with a barely contained ferality you were all too familiar with.
Thankfully, the bar was so loud, especially with your table stationed so closely to the speakers, and your friends were already yelling to be heard, your little disagreement with Eddie was going completely unnoticed. That didn't mean you were happy about having to barter for your freedom, though.
"Eds, if you let me go, I'll give you a little treat," you tried, half-joking, half-serious.
After all, your boyfriend could often be swayed by many things: food, fluttering lashes and a 'pretty please', or, your favorite, sexual favors. But he seemed determined to get what he wanted tonight---nothing was working.
Now that he's held you in place for a while, halting your numerous attempts to escape to the restroom, ignoring your logical complaints, you've been reduced to pleading.
"Please, Eddie, it's not funny anymore, I really have to go!" you whine, practically dancing in his lap.
"And I'm not laughing, sweets. Told you, you're not allowed to go. If you go, then you'll have to get up every five minutes and leave me," he argues blithely, reminding you what happens when you 'break the seal' after drinking as much alcohol as you all have tonight.
"Yeah, but I'll come back, I swear! Please, just let me go!"
The arm that's been wrapped around you the whole night snakes tighter around your waist, constricting you until you're forced to squeeze your thighs together as tight as you can. A whimper emanates from your throat when you feel the large palm of his other hand, still cold from his almost-permanent grip around his beer bottle, "accidentally" press into your lower abdomen, applying pressure to your bladder until you squirm in his lap.
Tears prick at your eyes; your mind melts with only one coherent thought left standing: this isn't fair.
"But I don't wanna be left alone. You wanna leave me alone, honey?" he taunts, fully aware what you're answer is, but you respond nonetheless.
Fervently shaking your head, you let out a stuttering breath, "N-No, no, I don't wan' you to be alone. You can come with me!" you try, feeling uncomfortably full and losing your grip on reality as his ringed hand presses into you until you feel the same kind of tingles you feel when he's between your legs, working you over the edge.
Another whimper tumbles past your glossy lips as your eyes flick to the other's at the table, still completely enthralled in their own loud conversations.
"Don't look at them, look at me," he orders gruffly, pressing into your abdomen again until you let out an unwilling moan.
He's so close to you, especially now that you've turned your head back to him, that he can hear your sweet sounds loud and clear. His hands all over you have you squirming, ass rubbing against his hard cock, gifting him the most amazing pleasure he's ever felt in such a public place
"Please, Eddie, please, God, just come with me."
Your boyfriend chuckles as he watches a tear roll down your cheek, your lashes wet with their earnest attempts at stifling the salty rivulets. He blows gently on your skin, sending a chill down your spine as the warm liquid cools.
"But I don't wanna get up, wanna stay right here with you," he pouts, relishing in the whine you let out as he presses into you again.
You're so confused by the sensations you're feeling because you know you have to go to the bathroom so bad, but every time he presses his palm into your pelvis you feel all floaty, lightheaded, and tingly---exactly like the high you feel right before Eddie brings you to the peak, making you cum so hard your eyes cross and every brain function shuts down.
As good his hands feel, your restraint is slipping and you'll be damned if you make a mess all over him in the middle of a bar. It's less so about him and more about the mortification that'll come from everyone seeing you wet yourself in public. Eddie would survive---he'd probably like it, the jackass.
Ignoring the way he's slowly gyrating his hips into your ass, subtly thrusting up against you while forcing you down in perfect time, you grab his forearms, sinking your nails into his pale skin.
He hisses at the pleasurable pain, but that's not why you did it---you're trying to ground yourself enough to give one last, hopefully convincing, plea.
"Eddie, please! Please, I need to go, I'm gonna-"
You don't finish your sentence because the embarrassment of what he's doing to you warms your face. Even though he's the one forcing you to hold it until you're crying, you still feel mortified having to warn him just what will happen if he doesn't let you go now.
Unfortunately, Eddie finishes your sentence for you.
"Piss yourself? Aw, poor baby," he pouts at you, a grin pulling at his lips, saturating his fake-sympathy with condescension and hunger. He knows exactly what he's doing to you and he's loving it. "You really need to go that bad?"
Gripping him harder than ever, you squeeze your thighs impossibly tighter. "Yes! Yes, Eddie, please! Please! Don't make me...p-please, don't make me-" you interrupt your own words with hiccuping breaths as you try to beg him not to make you wet yourself in public.
Thankfully, he seems to take pity on, finally relenting his pressure on your bladder and loosening his arms until you can slide off of him. But he doesn't let you run off yet, his grip tightens around your forearm when you try.
Practically dancing on the spot, you cross your legs at your ankles. Still worried about how this all looks, you glance around to check if anyone has noticed and it seems no one has. Tugging on Eddie's iron-clad grip, you soon regret it when he shoots you a reprimanding glare and a quiet, "Stop."
Turning back around, Eddie gets the attention of Steve, who's closest to him on the other side of the table, and leans down, yelling over the music. "Hey, I'm gonna take her to the bathroom! Will you get us another round?"
Steve nods, and you barely register what Eddie requested in the back of your head. Another round? You feel done, but knowing your boyfriend, he's not done yet. Not with you, that is.
"Alright, let's go, baby," he yells, walking in front and maintaining his hold on you as he guides you through the crowd of people, toward the single-stall bathrooms.
Once you arrive, Eddie knocks on the door to the women's room and, because it's too loud to hear if anyone said anything, he promptly tries the handle. When it moves unencumbered by a lock, he turns to you, nodding.
As you're about to rush past him to go in, he doesn't release your arm, instead tugging you to him until your back is pressed against his front, once again. Another whimper peels from your throat when he spreads his other palm on your lower abdomen, giving you one last push of pressure. He chuckles maniacally in your ear as you squirm, your ass accidentally brushing against his hard-on.
"Pretty baby," he compliments, kissing your cheek before shoving you forward, another whine escaping you at all the push-and-pull he's putting you through---both figuratively and literally.
Before you close the door all the way, you make sure to send a pout his way. "You're mean," you accuse, bristling at the unapologetic smirk on his face.
All he does is shrug, confidently leaning toward your face in the crack of the door. "Sorry, baby, you just sound so cute when you squeal for me."
Shock covers your features as you slam the door in his smug face. The audacity of your damn boyfriend. If "piece-of-work" had a picture in the dictionary, it'd be a picture of Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.
A/N: Lowkey, I'm not gonna write it because that'd be too much, but I think it'd be hot if he took you into the bathroom and fucked you so hard against the sink, your ass sitting on the cool porcelain, back against the mirror, legs around his hips as he vigorously rubs your clit until you squirt all over him---you're crying and he's just having the time of his fucking life because he's a nasty biatch. But then it's like, you're at a bar, so how's that gonna work lmfao. Plus, the logistics of squirting don't really work like that, like I'm pretty sure you have to empty your bladder first. And it wouldn't really be squirt (lower your guns, guys).
Also, breaking the seal is so real because I was on vacation drinking lava flows (fucking amazing drink btw) and I literally had to get out of the pool every five minutes for like an hour once I went to the restroom the first time. It was so fucking annoying lmfao
was just rereading your ex!husband master list and i miss him so much 😔
thinking about how their anniversary comes up for the first time after the divorce and despite reader saying no, he makes dinner reservations and gets her a gift.
their anniversary ahhh!!! the court house wedding directly after graduation. i feel like he'd always try to make it special because he knows you kinda resent it. not resent i guess, but just don't like it because you had a baby and it was just not what you envisioned.
which gets my idea juices flowing, because i'm picturing that when they get back together officially- when you finally relent- eddie's like okay so marriage??? and you're against it, really, because what's the point lol? getting married again?? no thanks.
but he wants to redo it over so he can do it right. you've got more money, more means to do a proper wedding this time. definitely on the same day, the same anniversary. maybe a beach wedding or one on the docks that's just a nice wedding, a nice reception, a much nicer honeymoon because you're not postpartum lol.
prompt: how eddie became a cop, and how he met you. aka the lore lol.
contains: cop themes. drug dealing. cops. the justice system is fucked up. hopper is a good cop. small town shit lol. nothing heavy but does deal with the justice system/cops. language. angst at the beginning, but really just fluff and lore.
January 1989
Eddie’s knee bounced, chains on his jeans rattling against the metal of the bench, rusted with the rest of the holding cell. He wondered how often his dad had been in his same position, sat in this same spot, probably not as peacefully- definitely not sober.
“Munson,” Officer Callahan groaned. Eddie knew him a little too well, countless warnings as a teengager for disturbing the peace, playing his ‘satanic panic’ music too loud.
Eddie scoffed lightly, tongue rolling over the side of his mouth when Callahan turned his key. “No way. Wayne bailed me?”
“Not exactly.” Callahan hummed around a slow exhale, the bars groaning when he opened the cell.
“What?” Eddie frowned, boots dragging across the cracked cement. “Who? Gare- I know Gareth didn’t. Who was it? Was it- Did Jeff?”
“No.” Callahan’s bored gaze met Eddie’s. “I didn’t say you were free to go. No one posted your bail.”
Eddie’s spine tingled with an icy panic of fear. He tried not to show it, not to let his eyes widen and face pale, but still, his steps stuttered.
He shouldn’t be surprised, he supposed, that he was getting booked- that he was going to jail. He was an adult, afterall, selling weed to high schoolers and burnouts at The Hideout. How was he supposed to know it was a sting? That the guy he’d known from Geometry in tenth grade was really working for the DEA? They just let anyone be cops then, Eddie barked at Hopper before he was shoved under into the back of the cop car and taken here.
“S-So what? I don’t- Man, I don’t get a fuckin’ trial?” Eddie spat, following Callahan down the long hallway, the lights ominously flickering with each step. Callahan ignored him, keeping his same, slow stride, keys jingling in his hand.
“This is- This is illegal. Alright? I have the right to a fuckin’ trial. I know I have the right to a fuckin’ trial, o-or a judge, or whatever.” Eddie’s voice boomed, echoing off the walls. “Innocent until proven guilty, right? Is that not a thing anymore?”
Callahan shoved his key in the windowless room, pushing it open. Eddie scoffed, stepping back with disgust. “You fuckin’ pigs, pigs, all the same. Think you’re above the law, huh? Well, I’m not goin’ in there without a fucking lawyer-”
“-Eddie,” Wayne’s gruff bark came from inside the room. Eddie stilled, squinting into the dark room, a single lightbulb over a desk like something out of a cliched cop show. His uncle sat in one chair, Hopper in the other, a single manilla folder in front of them.
“Take a seat, boy.” Wayne nodded, arms crossed over his short sleeve coveralls, the lines on his face harder than usual, more prominent.
Eddie hesitated, looking back down the hall before stepping in, taking slow, calculated steps towards the empty chair next to Wayne.
“Thanks, Phil. We got it from here.” Hopper nodded to the man at the door, the hinges squeaking before the door fell shut with a heavy thud. Eddie was furious at himself for flinching.
There was a painful moment of silence, so quiet, Eddie’s thudding heartbeat rang in his ears.
“So, Eddie, you’re looking at one to five right now.” Hopper’s fingers drummed against the manilla folder, lips pressed in a tight, intimidating line. Eddie steeled himself, meeting his eyes, but he didn’t dare look at Wayne.
“First offense with a relatively clean record, the judge might only have you do a few months here with probation- might.” Hopper glared when Eddie perked. “That’s the best case scenario, and unfortunately for you, the judge has been around long enough to already see a Munson come through, a few times.”
Eddie’s brows furrowed, head tilting in challenging question, arms folded in defensiveness. “He’s talkin’ ‘bout Al, boy.” Wayne grunted, glaring at his nephew with a hard stare that had Eddie uneasy. “He’s gonna throw the book at ya because of your Daddy. ‘S worried you’re gonna be like ‘im.”
“What? They- He can’t do that-”
“-He can.” Hopper shrugged. “You still broke the law, Eddie. The judge can give you the max, the minimum, whatever he wants- it’s in his hands when you break the law.”
Eddie’s foot tapped, sulking back in his chair, arms wrapping around his torso tightly, scared his heart might burst right through his ribcage with the way it was beating, thumping rapidly with fear. He was convinced through the thick silence that they could hear it.
“But,” Hopper said around a slow breath, his eyes cutting to Wayne’s before they met Eddie’s. “You’re lucky he also knows another Munson, and happens to play cards with him on Saturday nights.”
Eddie looked over at Wayne, his uncle’s face unmoving, glaring back at him with the same unimpressed, stoic expression.
“And we’ve cut a little deal with Judge Dixon.” Hopper slid the manilla folder over towards Eddie. “There’s been a… lacking of officer’s lately in our department. Hawkins is growing, more people are coming in with all the new stuff, and we’re swamped and short handed. We need officers for the lower level things. Traffic conductors, petty crime reports- the small stuff.”
Eddie didn’t move- he couldn’t. Frozen in fear, in shock, maybe, at Hopper’s words, more so, what he was insinuating with them.
Hopper flipped open the manilla folder, a small, stapled form that read: Hawkins Law Enforcement Academy, in bold, threatening letters across the top. The form was already filled out, stamped with approval for acceptance by Judge Dixon and Hopper. Eddie felt light headed.
“So, we came up with a compromise,” Hopper continued slowly. “Judge Dixon agreed that if you go to the academy, become an officer, he’ll wipe this completely. You’ll have a job- with benefits- and you’ll handle the lower level stuff. Help us help you kinda thing.”
Eddie didn’t speak, he couldn’t, too shocked to even form a thought let alone a word.
“Or,” Hopper sighed heavily, pulling another paper out from behind the form- Eddie’s booking papers and court appearance request. “You can go to jail.”
“Send me to jail.” Eddie spat, gawking at the paper.
“Boy,” Wayne grunted.
“I’m serious. I-I’ll be alright, just send me to jail, because there’s not a chance in heaven or fuckin’ hell I am being a cop.” Eddie scoffed.
Wayne only glared, looking at Hopper. “Give us a minute, will ya?”
Hopper nodded slowly, standing from the table. “Take your time. Just knock on the door when you have a decision.”
The door shut with a heavy snap again, the room falling still for a moment.
“I-I’m not being a cop, Wayne, I don’t care. I’m not- There’s no way-”
“-You’re goin’ to that Academy, son.” Wayne narrowed his gaze at Eddie, hardening with his tone.
“The fuck I am.” Eddie laughed humorlessly, scoffing.
”I-I mean, a cop? A cop? I’m not- I hate cops! Cops hate me! They’re fuckin’ power hungry bastards who use it to fuck with people because they’re the law.” Eddie threw his hands up in exasperation. “That’s not me, alright? That will never fuckin’ be me, and I’m not-”
“-There. You just said it.” Wayne rolled his eyes. “‘S never gonna be you, that’s exactly right, boy. You ain’t gotta act like all ‘em dirty assholes. ‘S not in the job description t’act like that, so don’t.”
Eddie’s lips pursed, hands buzzing with rage, maybe fear, he wasn’t sure. “I’m not doin’ it. I don’t care. I’d rather go to jail, be a criminal-”
“-Be like your Daddy?” Wayne scoffed. “Because he wasn’t a pow’r hungry asshole, was he? He was a real winner, real nice guy. Don’t you remember?”
Eddie’s heart fell, his face falling with it. Wayne rarely brought up Al, rarely brought up the situation that led Eddie to stay with Wayne permanently.
“I ain’t lettin’ you be like him, boy.” Wayne shook his head. “I won’t have a second one of ‘im runnin’ around-”
“-I’m not like him.” Eddie grit through a tight jaw, his throat burning with tears he was desperate to keep down.
“You know, this is how it started for him?” Wayne narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Started small, just sellin’- we all gotta make a livin’, Wayne, don’t tell me how to make mine.”
Wayne scoffed, shaking his head. “You should be thankin’ me for gettin’ you this, and not just tossin’ you out on your ass. Thankful that nice cop out there,” Wayne jammed a finger at the door. “Knows you’re not a bad kid, that you just make some stupid choices.”
Eddie didn’t move, fist balled by his side, his gaze unmoving from his uncle’s. “That guy, he wants to help people. ‘S why he helped me, ‘cause he doesn’t want you endin’ up like your Daddy either.”
“You should wanna end up like ‘im instead, not like Al.” Wayne’s glare narrowed at him. “‘Least he tries to help people, not just hurt ‘em… Hell, he’s tried to help you more than that sorry sack of shit ever did.”
Eddie’s jaw tightened, so tight he was sure his teeth might snap, crack and break out under the pressure. Wayne stood with a small groan. “‘S your choice, boy. I ain’t gonna make it for ya. You’re grown ‘nough.”
Wayne rapped on the door, slipping out, leaving Eddie alone, in the same deafening silence that seemed to follow him. The two forms in front of him, both missing his signature. Whichever he signed, whichever choice he made, sealed his fate- his future.
Nearly an hour and a half later, a small knock came from the other side, leaving both Hopper and Wayne jumping. The two men shared a look, before Hopper pulled the door open.
Eddie’s face was stoic, unreadably cold and expressionless when he passed the manilla envelope to Hopper, avoiding Wayne’s gaze entirely. Hopper opened the folder, eyes widening before they cut back to Eddie’s. Wayne’s chest tightened, fear filling and sinking in the pit of his stomach.
“You sure? No changing it once I send it in.” Hopper lifted a brow.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, arms folding over his chest.
Wayne’s shoulders fell, slumped with disappointment, a calloused hand running down his face. He was sure he’d gotten through to Eddie. Sure, the kid was stubborn, but he thought maybe, just maybe he’d got him pointed in the right direction.
Hopper sighed slowly, tucking the manilla folder back under his arm, walking over to Eddie. His hand stuck out, and Wayne steeled himself, ready to watch the cuffs come on, hear his rights being read- he’d seen it a million times with his brother, he just thought his nephew would have a better fate.
Instead, Eddie took Hopper’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Congratulations, Eddie.” Hopper said. Wayne’s head snapped up. “We look forward to you joining our crew.”
“I have one condition,” Eddie paused. “I’m not cutting my hair. I won’t fuckin’ do it. If it’s just the low level shit, then I’m not doing it.”
Hopper looked over at Wayne, back at Eddie with a shrug. “Fine by me. You just have to keep it back.”
“Fine.” Eddie nodded, letting do of his grasp. He turned to his uncle, Wayne’s face bright with a grin he rarely saw, beaming with pride though he tried to downplay it.
“Proud of ya, boy. You’ll do good.” Wayne clapped Eddie on the shoulder, pulling him in for a brief hug.
The uneasy feeling hadn’t left Eddie’s chest, he wasn’t sure it ever would, but he did know that Wayne was right- he wouldn’t be like those other cops. Disgusting and power hungry, abusing others for their own ego. He’d be someone who helped, who made Hawkins better- because it sure as hell needed it.
June 1989
Eddie hardly recognized himself. Sitting in a cruiser, not his van; his curls pulled back in a ponytail; not a stitch of leather on his body, instead he wore a khaki uniform, and the only patches on it were regulation ones that said his name and Hawkins Police. Six months later, and he was still queasy when he saw himself- a cop.
He would admit, it was less dramatic as he thought it would be. After he finished academy, Hopper stuck him on the truly low level duties. Crosswalk duty in the mornings for the elementary school, which was humiliating. Or writing tickets on cars that let their meters expire. Or his personal hell, speed control in the construction zones. Hot days filled with sitting, watching with his speed gun to make sure no one was barreling through.
This week, Eddie was already dreading his shifts, the days longer and hotter. At least school was out, so he was freed from crosswalk duties.
“Munson,” Hopper didn’t look up from his desk. “Need you to go speed patrol out on North Avenue. We’ve got a lot of complaints about speeding. You can do that today until it starts to slow down. I’ll radio you if we need anything else.”
Eddie decided there were worse things to do at seven in the morning. While he’d rather be sleeping, he did find it a little humorous hearing the panic screech of tires breaking when they’d round the corner and see his patrol car.
He’d stopped a group of teenagers, new drivers, letting them off with a warning to drive slow and safe, before he’d gone back to his car. It was growing boring, Eddie’s fingers tapping with boredom, until a car zipped around the curve in the road, not slowing or even hesitating when it passed Eddie.
Sighing heavily, Eddie pulled out of his spot, flicking on his lights, tailing the car until they pulled over on the shoulder. Out of town plates, Eddie noticed, walking slowly up to the car.
The woman in the driver’s seat cranked down the window, hands gripping the wheel nervously when Eddie approached. She looked his age, but he didn’t recognize her- he’d definitely remember seeing her before.
“License and registration, please.” Eddie tried not to sound bored or annoyed, there had been a few complaints about that already and Hopper was getting pissed.
“Here you go.” Your hands shook when you passed them to Eddie through the open window. He examined the license, taking in your full name and your out of town address.
“You know why I stopped you?” Eddie leaned in lightly, scanning the floorboards and seats of the small car- no guns, no weapons, nothing criminally suspicious, though Eddie was curious as to why there was an excess of laundry baskets piled in your back seat, spilling over with clothes and towels and clutter.
“I-I was going too fast,” You squeaked, lipstick painted lip tucking between your teeth, nails tapping against the cracked leather of your wheel. Your hands still trembled when Eddie passed your license and registration back to you.
“I know I was speeding, a-and I swear, I-I don’t usually speed- I’m a really safe driver, I promise. I just- I just moved here, an-and it’s my first day of work, and I couldn’t find my alarm in my stuff so I tried to set a timer on my over and it doesn’t work, of course.” You threw your hands up in exaggeration, Eddie flinching, drawing back for his holster.
“I’m sorry!” You screeched, lifting your hands up, eyes wide with panic.
“No, I-I wasn’t- I’m so sorry.” Your lip was beginning to wobble, eyes glassing with tears that filled your water lines. “I just- I’m late for my first day and… and I really need the job, and I’m just already having a really bad start to my day.”
Eddie’s heart leapt when you sniffed, wet and dramatic, a tear leaking out of the corner of your eye. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to make you cry.
“No, it’s-it’s okay.” Eddie lifted a hand softly. “I mean, wait- speeding isn’t okay. You shouldn’t do that, but it’s not- They have me sit out here, y’know? Try to catch the teenagers on their way to school and stuff. It’s just- You’ll get used to it.”
Your brows furrowed gently, sniffing again, but no tears fell this time. Eddie’s chest loosened. “It’s a small town, so ya know how it is- or maybe you don’t, but- sorry, I don’t. You’re late an-and I…” Eddie’s tongue felt thick and awkward in his mouth, flopping around words that jumbled.
“Where’re you working at?” Eddie cleared his throat, trying to still the pubescent shake in his voice.
“Delia’s- the jewelry store?” Your eyes cut to your watch, knuckles tightening around the wheel. “I’m the manager- well, just the store manager, for the one that opened in the mall, but my general manager will be there and I’m still on my probationary period, and-”
“-No, I-I get that.” Eddie muttered around a breath. “Um, let me- hold on,” He paused, leaning back to look at you fully. You flustered when he stood at his full height, and sliver of a tattoo peeking out from the khaki of his cuffed sleeve.
“Do you promise not to speed again?”
“What?”
“I mean, if I don’t give you a ticket, do you swear not to speed again?” Eddie kept his face stern, voice tight, though his lips twitched when you blinked at him, wide eyed, a little confused- Fuck, you were cute.
“Y-Yes. Yes, of course, I-I won’t speed again.” You babbled around your shock.
“Well, maybe one more time, alright?” Eddie’s crooked grin had your heart skipping with excitement. “But it’ll be legal-ish. I’ll give you an escort.”
“What?” Your eyes flashed towards him. “Seriously? You-You don’t have to-”
“-C’mon, there’s not shit to do here, sweetheart.” Eddie scoffed lightly. “Welcome to Hawkins.”
Your cheeks burned with a tingling thrill. “It’ll take me five minutes, I promise.” Eddie craned his neck, looking down at your watch. “Get you there right before eight. If we go now.”
“O-Okay,” You nodded, shifting your gear into drive. “Thank you!”
Eddie waved back, jogging to his cruiser, sliding into the driver’s seat. Hopper would kill him, maybe worse, for doing this. Put him back on meter maid and crosswalk duty for weeks, if he found out. But looking back at you, your small smile that brought a familiar rush of heat that Eddie hadn’t felt in so long, he decided it was worth the risk.
Flying through the stop lights towards Starcourt, Eddie began to wonder if you’d lied to him about your speeding record. Judging by how fast you kept up with him, taking each turn barely pressing your brake, he was beginning to think otherwise.
Seven-fifty-six on the dot, you and Eddie were parked near the south entrance.
“Thank you so, so much again.” You scrambled out of your car, balancing a bag in one hand, barefoot in your pantyhose, slipping your pumps on. “I- I really needed that, thank you.” Your gaze lifted to his, shoulders falling for the first time since he saw you.
Eddie’s heart swelled at your sincerity, the lump in his throat growing more and more by the second. “Hey, it’s no problem.” He gave a soft smile. “I’m a civil servant. Here to serve.”
You giggled, pulling at your skirt, smoothing your hand over the fabric. “Well, I appreciate it again. And I promise I won’t speed anymore.”
“Good.” Eddie nodded, leaning against the hood of his car. You hesitated for a moment, looking down at your wrist watch before starting towards the doors.
Eddie’s heart leapt, jumping to run before you. “Here, let me-” He pulled on the handle, boot propping the door open for you.
“Thank you.” You muttered around a smile, chin ducking shyly when you passed him.
“Hey, um,” Eddie called out, a white knuckled grip on the steel doors. Your heeled steps stopped, turning towards him.
“Look I know you’re in a rush, but uh,” Eddie fumbled, patting his belt until he felt his notebook, pulling it out with shaky hands. He cursed when the pencil slide through the wired loops, dropping to the ground. “Shit, um, if-if you ever need someone to show you around or-or want someone to show you the not bad places around here, or whatever, y’know? I, um, I could-”
Eddie’s hands shook, each number and letter and scratchy, jittery mess on the faded lined paper. “I’d be more than happy t-to show you around… if you want.” Eddie’s hands were sweaty when he handed you the paper. “Or if you ever want to get a drink or something.”
Your lips curled in a bright smile, looking down at his wobbly handwriting. “Thank you… Eddie?” Your head tilted slightly, squinting at the name you tried to decipher.
“Yeah, sorry, my handwriting’s…” Eddie took a breath, shaking his head gently. He was sure you could see his red cheeks now. “That’s me. If you ever need anything.”
“Thank you.” You smiled, tucking the paper carefully into your purse pocket. “Thank you for everything, seriously.” You turned with a wave, giving one last glance over your shoulder before scampering away.
“Good luck!” Eddie’s voice cracked when he shouted after you, wincing. Maybe you hadn’t heard that- maybe it only sounded like it echoed off the empty walls of the mall. Why the hell weren’t they playing music?
Eddie was sure he’d blown it. Sulking in the cruiser, forehead pressed to his steering wheel. You weren’t going to call. He was sure of it. Convinced himself of it. You’d throw his number away with a snicker, just like all the other girls did.
After his shift, limbs heavy, filled with exhaustion from the day, Eddie was ready to smoke a bowl he’d confiscated from some high schoolers, and call it a night. His messaging machine flashing greeted him, finger jamming into the play button, plopping on his bed with a heavy groan.
“You have one new message,” The robotic voice droned. Eddie rolled his eyes, tugging at his boots with a grunt.
“Um, hello, hi,” Eddie nearly choked, head snapping towards the machine.
“I think I got the number right- I’m sorry, I hope this is the right number, I couldn’t really read them, but, uh, if this is Eddie. I-I just wanted to say thank you again, and see if you could call me back? Whenever you get a chance, I know you’re probably busy, but, um… I’d like to take you up on getting that drink. Or showing me the not so bad places around here.” Your nervous giggle floated through the line, and Eddie thought he might kiss the machine.
“But uh, if this isn’t Eddie… I guess don’t call me back an-and I’m sorry. Anyways, thank you again, and… yeah. Call me, please. Bye.”
Eddie nearly broke the receiver punching the call back button, boot half off, cradling the phone to his ear with shaking hands.
“Hello?” Your voice came through on the second ring.
“Hey, uh, hi,” Eddie stammered, swallowing around his excitement, maybe nerves. “It’s Eddie. I just- I just got off and saw your message.”
“Oh, good,” You giggled. “I was worried it wasn’t the right one. I thought I left some crazy rambling on some strangers' voicemail. I’ll get a looney reputation before people even meet me.”
Eddie snorted lightly in laughter. “No, uh, it’s- it was the right one.”
“Good,” You hummed, a pause filling the line. “Um, well, I wanted to say thank you again, an-and also see if you were serious about getting a drink? I want to buy you one for everything this morning, but I don’t know where to go.” You admitted with a small, shy laugh.
“I figured I’d ask you and see if you wanted to go out tonight? If you’re free.”
“Yeah, yeah, that would be amazing.” Eddie winced, fist balling in embarrassment, pressing it to his forehead. “I mean, I’m free.”
“Great. How about, um, eight? Would that work for you?”
“Yeah, eight is great.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose at his own embarrassment. “How about Shirley’s? It’s- It’s close to the mall, actually. Right across from the flower shop. In that strip. Do you know where that is?”
“By the main entrance?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Sure. I can meet you there.”
“Perfect.” Eddie’s lips curled, heart hammering in his chest. “I’ll see you then,”
“See you then. Bye.” You hoped you hung up before he heard you squeal, slamming the phone on the hook, jittery with excitement.
Where your going out clothes were? You weren’t sure. Looking around the piles and piles of boxes, you flung through totes like a mad woman, ripping through the tape and cardboard until you found the neatly folded dresses you were looking for.
“So,” Eddie’s fingers drummed on the glass of his beer, knee bouncing under the table, his chains on his jeans jingling. “How are you liking Hawkins?”
“It’s good so far.” You hummed, bringing your own beer to your lips. “Still trying to figure everything out. I just moved here. I haven’t even been here a week.” You gave a small, soft giggle that had Eddie’s head swimming.
Your eyes rolled down his frame, taking in his attire. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you didn’t expect it to be that. Ripped jeans with chains, a torn leather vest decorated in various band patches, a Megadeath tee, and rings on each of his fingers- the only part of his outfit that gave a ‘cop’ effect, was the belt made of chains and handcuffs.
“There’s not a lot to do here, honestly. Won’t take you long to figure it all out.” Eddie snorted lightly. “I mean, there’s more now than there was before. With the mall and the other things comin’, but still… Not a lot, I guess.”
You nodded for a moment, a shy, nervous giggle passing your lips that you hoped he didn’t notice. “Where’s your favorite place?” You asked, desperate to fill the silent tension that was looming around the two of you. “Like where do you like to go to have fun? This place?”
“Yeah, its-I mean, Shirley’s is fun.” Eddie nodded, looking around. The barstools and high top tables with tiny candles on each table to create the ambiance. The bar tenders shaking cocktails in their white dress shirts and ties- too posh for anything in Hawkins, in Eddie’s opinion, the drink prices certainly were.
“I’m more of a fan of The Hideout. It’s more my crowd.”
“Where’s that?”
“Uh, it’s more on the outskirts, towards the quarry. On the other side of here, actually.” Eddie pointed, rings catching in the low candle light. “It’s a bar too, but more of a dive one..”
“Oh, we should’ve gone there then.” You smiled at him gently. “If it’s more your taste.”
“No, it’s- sorry, no, I like Shirley’s. This is… This is probably better for- It’s less rowdy here, y’know?” Eddie’s palms were beginning to sweat, rubbing them on his jeans under the table, hoping you didn’t notice, hoping you didn’t hear his chains jingle. “Plus they have live music, so it’s kinda loud, not as good for talking.”
You watched him, the way his eyes darted back from your gaze to the green velvet walls, his leg bouncing under the table. “I see,” You nodded slowly, lips twitching in a grin. “Next time, then?”
Eddie’s heart skipped, mind blanking for a moment. “Ye-Yeah, absolutely.” Eddie hoped you couldn’t see his blush, creeping hot up his neck.
A silence fell between the two of you, both of you trying to look nonchalant to the other, minds racing to fill the silence gap. “So,” Eddie swallowed around the bundle of nerves in his throat. “Do you, uh, do you like jewelry?”
He didn’t expect you to laugh; nose scrunching and lips curling in a laugh, it was infectious, had Eddie nervously giggling with you. “Sorry, I- Yes and no.” You grinned at Eddie from across the table. “I mean, I don’t dislike it, but I don’t have a burning passion for it. I just needed a job.”
“I get that.” Eddie muttered, shyly ducking his head, eyes trained on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “I’ve got a small collection, but, uh, not a lot anymore. I can’t really wear ‘em when I’m working.” Eddie twisted the skull ring around his middle finger. You leaned over the table lightly to get a better look.
“You need to get it cleaned.” You hummed, fingers reaching out to twist the skull pattern towards you. Eddie’s heart nearly soared out of his throat when your fingertips met his skin. He was sure you could see him blushing now.
“The silver’s starting to tarnish around the eyes, see?” You tapped your nail next to the eye, filled with a greenish tint. “It’s oxidizing. It’ll start getting everywhere. Turn your fingers and clothes.”
Eddie grunted, forcing a sound of thought to come from his strangled throat, unmoving- scared that if he moved you might let go. “Bring it by tomorrow if you’re free. I work eight to five again. We have a big silver cleaning machine with all the solution and stuff. I’ll clean them for you.”
“Yeah? That’ll fix them?” Eddie looked up at you, both of you suddenly aware at your closeness. Leaned in together across the table, your pointer and thumb wrapped around his middle finger ring.
“Yeah,” You squeaked out a reply, chin ducking shyly, but you didn’t pull back. “I’ll do it for you. It won’t take me long, promise. But they’ll look brand new.”
Eddie actually liked the tarnish look, thought it made them look more metal and sick, though he didn’t tell you that. He wouldn’t dare. He’d get them cleaned, shiny and new, if that meant he got to see you again.
“Cool, yeah, that would be great. Thank you.” Eddie nodded, too eagerly to be cool, nose scrunching gently in a wince of embarassment. “Hopefully I don’t lose ‘em before then.”
“Why would you lose them?” Your eyebrows pulled together, a giggle of confusion fell around your words. Eddie chest felt warm, heat spreading to his cheeks in an adrenaline rush of excitement.
“I don’t- I’m not trying to.” Eddie grinned back- your smile was infectious, he decided, gleaming when he looked at you. “I just don’t have anywhere to put them, I guess. I’m on tomorrow, so I can’t wear them, and I’m really bad at forgetting where they’re at if I don’t have them on me-”
“-I’m the same way.” You laughed, voice raising in enthusiasm, your own ring clad hand pressing into your chest. “I lost one of my favorite rings because I put it in my jean pocket, but I forgot to get it out, and I washed them and it’s gone.”
“That’s the worst.” Eddie sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I’ve lost a few that way too. I had a bad habit of putting them in my pockets when I started working, because you can’t wear rings- ‘specially not like those. My boss would bitch at me, so I’d put them in my pocket and forget about them every time.”
You squinted at him lightly, lips rolling, head tilting to the side- studying him, sizing him up. Whatever it was, it made Eddie’s hands sweaty, nerves rattling in his chest.
“So, how long have you been a cop for?” You hummed.
“Not long, actually.” Eddie laughed nervously, leg bouncing under the table. “Only a coupla months. That’s why they’ve got me on speed trap duty.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Eddie shrugged. “It’s better than crosswalk duty, believe me. Or being a meter maid. There’s not a lot that goes on around here besides speeding and drugs, so I’m not missing out on much.”
You nodded, a silence falling between the two of you again.
“Besides,” Eddie added quickly. “I’m glad I got put on speeding today.”
“Yeah? Why?” You tilted your head gently, lips twisting in a smile you tried to fight back, like you knew what he was going to say- maybe you did.
“Well, I wouldn’t be sitting across from you if I hadn’t.” Eddie grinned, a dazzling smile that left you swooning, cheeks tingling with heat. It was cheesy, so, so corny, yet it made you swoon.
“I guess you’re right.” You shrugged lightly, lashes batting towards him sweetly. “I’m pretty glad you did too. Even if you did pull me over.”
“Hey, c’mon, I didn’t give ya a ticket.” Eddie grinned, throwing his hands out dramatically. “No ticket and a police escort? Can’t be that bad of a first impression.”
“You’re right.” You giggled. “I wouldn’t be here if it was.” You winked at him playfully, a dark yet teasing glint in your eyes that left Eddie’s tummy flipping with an excited rush of heat. It was a look, a tone, a feeling that he hoped he’d get to explore more of- get to know better.
Last call came before either of you were ready to go. Eddie paid for your drinks, waving off your insistence. “Next time is on me,” You pointed your finger playfully at him, slipping past him as he held the door. He didn’t fight you on that, heart bursting with excitement at the promise of next time.
Standing by your car, you watched him fidget, rambling about seeing you tomorrow and things to do, hesitating to move in- should he go for a hug? A kiss? Just shut your door and wave goodbye?
You didn’t give him a chance to dwell- pulling him in for a sweet, sloppy smooch against the driver’s side of your car. Eddie swore he was in love, even more so when you pulled apart, the same dark little grin that had him rushing with thrilling heat.
“See you tomorrow, Officer.” You winked at him playfully, climbing into your car.
“Drive safe.” Eddie waved, his voice cracking. He hoped you didn’t hear it, watching you drive away with a lovesick gaze.
But Eddie had a way of getting into places he shouldn’t.
Now you were tucked away behind the heavy velvet curtain of the Hawkins High stage, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried thick and deep inside you—hot, aching, and unmoving. His Hellfire shirt was bunched around your fists, and your pretty little cheer skirt was rucked up, panties long gone.
Your breath was coming in shallow little puffs, and Eddie—well, Eddie looked like he was about to lose his mind.
“Fuck me,” he rasped, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me. Like, actually murder me, sweetheart.”
You just smiled wickedly, adjusting your hips the tiniest bit. His cock twitched inside your soaked pussy, so full you could hardly breathe.
“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered innocently. “Just keeping you warm.”
He groaned, hands tightening on your thighs. “You’re the goddamn queen bee of Hawkins High, and you’re cockwarming me in the back of the drama room like this is normal.”
You grinned wider. “It is normal now. You’re my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, and I thought dating you would be all kissing at your locker and maybe sneaking notes in history,” he choked out. “Not—fuck—not your perfect pussy hugging my dick like it’s trying to milk me dry.”
You laughed breathlessly, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “Aww. Poor Eddie. Is the big bad metalhead struggling because the cheer captain’s too much for him?”
He growled, actually growled, and you felt his cock pulse again inside you, his self-control hanging by a thread.
“God, you’re evil,” he hissed, voice ragged. “You know I could fuck you so good right now. Right against this wall. Have you moaning and crying my name so loud the whole school hears.”
You rocked your hips just slightly, and his whole body jolted.
“But you won’t,” you whispered, kissing behind his ear. “Because you love when I make you wait.”
Eddie’s breath shuddered out of him, and he muttered something filthy under his breath.
You smirked, tugging at his curls while your pussy clenched sweetly around his cock again—deliberately.
And Eddie whimpered. Whimpered.
“Okay,” he panted, “screw this. Ten more seconds and I’m breaking the rules. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, your mascara ends up on my thighs, sweetheart.”
You tightened again, teasing, daring.
“Better hurry, Munson,” you purred. “Lunch ends in eight minutes.”
His eyes darkened, mouth crashing to yours as the countdown to his breaking point began.
Okay there is a scene that is so rockstar!Eddie coded from real housewives of Beverly Hills. In season 5 Eileen’s husband is watching the girls fight from a window in the garage and that’s so Eddie! Like during the reunions they definitely made a compilation clip of Eddie just watching in the background while everyone fights 😂 just eating food and listening. He for sure pulls a Ken when Scandoval happened“I can’t believe……” like he’s more in the know about things happening then NB LOL
eddie munson is actually made for reality tv in the best way.
like he’s so involved in the drama bc he loves attention. but he would never really interact with the wives (bc he’s not confrontational with women) but off camera? the confessionals? the reads are insane.
canon things eddie munson did while on rhobh:
- did a confessional about camille’s husband, called him by name, and called him a bum with his whole chest for cheating on his wife. pure disgust.
- he used to bring bouquets of flowers to lisa’s from his garden to use in sur and pump bc he knew how much she loved them.
- he and ken and paul had a gossip sesh while the wives were inside beefing it out. all watching, hands on hips, trying to be nonchalant.
- said “i know he’s looking up at us now” at the reunion when asked about russel’s death. he never hated anyone more and allegedly punched him. had a thing in his contract that they couldn’t film together- like couldn’t even be in the same room.
I love rockstar eddie on rhobh I wanna know a couple of things please?
What are his thoughts on giggy?
I just know he did some comment about how everybody was freaked out that Carlton was a Wiccan when in Hollywood there's much worse
In my mind he's closest with Ken? Am I correct? I just see them laughing and hanging out in the background
Totally see him and nb just 👀 at each other at the whole mess at the white party where Taylor and Russell were uninvited and everyone was at the door. I just see them chilling and silently communicating at that mess. Ik they were contractually obligated to be there lmao
omg love this. worlds colliding.
okay:
- loves giggy. loves his clothes. loves him. i feel the munson’s have a dog that is similar to giggy and has clothes. nb has always given purse dog energy to me lmao.
- eddie and carlton genuinely could be twins in another life. freaky, deaky, hot, and controversial? like nb got along the best with carlton bc she’s eddie 2.0 lmao. they genuinely became and stayed friends.
- i don’t feel like eddie would be super close with any of the husbands really, more of like a work thing like he has to be friends lol. def ken out of all the options bc it’s slim pickings. like he can stand ken the best and ken doesn’t piss him off.
- part of the reason they weren’t allowed in was because of eddie and russel’s alleged feud. allegedly eddie attacked russel, and allegedly it got swept under the rug bc of nb’s lawyers and some dirt that would ruin russel, and allegedly eddie said if he or nb were in the same room with him again they would quit. and we all know they wanted nb and eddie more than taylor and russel, so they played nice lol. but they weren’t even worried about the drama, just vibing by the pool bc they knew he wasn’t coming in lol.
he’s so dramatic he was made for reality tv actually. like all that fame inflated his ego and made him into a bravo superstar.
how do you think eddie or nb handle it when girls flirt or try to get with him, especially when it ramps up after he becomes a father
he does not pay attention to them. like he will flat out ignore them in the rudest way possible to the point it's embarrassing for them.
he's a hot head but he's still raised to be a gentleman (for the most part lol) and doesn't believe in screaming or yelling at women as a man. his mama would rise from the grave and beat him lol, so he's always just ignored them. rudely, like in a humiliating type way, but he won't even look at them.
like they don't exist, they're not relevant enough for him to even look at. it's in a very god-complex like way that probably gets him a worse reputation that screaming at them tbh, but he doesn't care. he finds it disgustingly rude, esp after they're engaged and have kids, that these women still try it.
esp the aggressive ones that are just blatantly nasty and lewd, like hell no lol. he's not doing it. just ignores them entirely.
I would love to see that last bit expanded on because I live for that shit. Like would handle that like a champ or would he become desperate and panicky
i genuinely don’t think he’d know she felt like that until she actually said it, and then he would be heartbroken in a way i can’t explain lol. like his feelings are hurt hurt.
something along the lines of, “you just gave me a baby- given me literally everything i ever wanted, and you think i want someone else?” he’s so confused and so hurt.
but in her defense, she knows he’s still horny.
like he honestly is pretty solid at the long sleepless nights bc he never slept on tour or really ever lol. he’s just wired different, so that didn’t really phase him. sleep deprived? doesn’t exist not with him lol.
and there’s times in the night where he’ll cuddle you, and you feel that he’s hard. like he’s not trying to do anything, it’s just happens when he’s cuddling you??? and he’ll wake up and realize it, and just kinda make an excuse to disappear for a little bit and then come back.
it starts becoming more and more frequent and you’re hormonal, tired, emotional, and convinced of the worst when you accuse him. and in reality? he’s trying to be a gentleman lol. he’s jacking off anywhere he can get a free moment of privacy. literally been going to the sex dungeon or the guest bathroom on the other floor to jack off because he feels rude walking around with a hard on.
like he knows you can’t have sex, he wouldn’t dare touch you before that and risk anything, and he’s not asking anything lol. he would feel disgusting asking for you to go down on him when you’re being a mother. like if you initiated it, who is he to say no lol, but he’s not asking.
he’s kinda insane (we know) and like once he’s in, he’s all in and other people just don’t interest him romantically. like yeah she’s attractive, but she’s not you, therefore, that person (and every other) is beneath you. especially after you have a baby, it’s game over.
Could we have more of rockstar!eddie and nepo reader before all the girls are born? I love hearing about them pre family
i love them so much. i had to do just a mundane, sweet little moment. this is set during the engagement. it's just them being them, really- sexy, silly, obnoxiously obsessed with each other lol. mentions of smut but really nothing graphic, just fluff and love <3
"Oh-oh-oh," Eddie's chain bracelets jingled when he snatched the remote off the side table, muting the TV, turning to you with a wide grin.
"You did some damage, didn't you, baby?" Eddie snickered, eyeing the countless bags you had in your hands, stacked high up your wrist and forearms.
A huffy eye roll was his only response, but the little twitch of your lips didn't go unnoticed to Eddie. "Are you just going to sit there? You're not even going to pretend to help me?" You snapped, letting the bags slide down your arms, delicately setting them on the floor.
Eddie cooed at you mockingly, but he still stood, walking over to the door where the other bags were, grabbing them all in one swoop.
"Christ, sweetheart, this is a lot." Eddie muttered, looking at the countless bags that scattered around you. You already had a closet- no, two, technically- filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, spilling out and into the guest rooms.
"It's not really," You pivoted, looking around. "It just looks like a lot, but the majority of it is coats, and sweaters, and boots- they're just big items."
Eddie's heart swelled with overwhelming adoration, reaching out, hands cupping your face, pulling you in for a sloppy, passionate kiss.
After the engagement, you and Eddie had decided to go look for lake houses on Lover's Lake. It still shocked Eddie how much you loved the simple life, how much you loved Hawkins. There was no fancy Michelin restaurants or extravagant night clubs; really, he thought you'd want to avoid it entirely.
Yet the second he suggested looking at houses, just mentioned the idea of having a place to stay, you'd went out and bought an entire wardrobe, bursting with excitement.
"'M just teasin' you, baby. You know I don't mind." Eddie muttered, thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks. "'M just shocked you were able to find this much here. Thought we'd have to go back to New York again."
"I was too, but I think everyone's going to Alta again- it's the new thing." You rolled your eyes lightly. "But it works for me because I got the cutest things."
"Yeah?" Eddie's hands slid down your waist, grinning at how you squirmed. "Why don't you show me, baby?"
"Oh yeah?" You giggled, brows lifting playfully at him. "You want a fashion show?"
"Absolutely." Eddie purred lightly, stepping over the bags, collapsing onto the couch. "Model 'em for me, baby. Show me what you got."
He'd never admit it, publicly, anyways, but it was weakness- seeing you in all your pretty things. Twisting and turning for him in all your new things- oh, it was his favorite form of foreplay.
Watching you strip down to your pretty matching bra and panty set, slipping on dress, jeans, shirts, shoes, then getting to see you model them. But his favorite, absolute favorite part-
"Ed," You hummed, an arm reached around your back, holding the dress together. "Can you zip me up? I can't reach it."
You'd always give him a little playful pout- he wasn't sure why. Like he had ever deprived you, deprived himself, of his favorite part. When he'd get to zip you up, zipper sliding purposefully slow up your frame, his fingertips ghosting over your skin just to feel your shiver. Always giving you a soft pat on your ass, a kiss on your shoulder before his chin pressed to the crook of your neck, looking at you through the mirror.
"I thought this was so cute for the fall. Maybe Thanksgiving? Or if we go out with your friends again." You tilted your head, hands smoothing over the fabric.
Eddie fought back a snort. He wouldn't dare tell you that a Prada dress might be a little too dressed up for his friends from home.
"Looks beautiful, baby. You look beautiful." Eddie grinned, nose brushing over your cheek, lips pressing to the soft skin there.
Your lips twisted in a blushing grin you tried to hide, chin ducking and smoothing out the dress. "Unzip me." You pushed him off lightly with a giggle, his hands a little too grabby on your hips.
"You better calm down, Munson." You looked at him through the mirror, tugging the straps off your shoulders. Eddie's gaze dropped from your eyes to your chest in the mirror, making you giggle.
"I still have a lot of clothes to try on." You lifted a brow at him.
"Can't wait to see 'em all." Eddie's tongue ran over his bottom lip, stepping back to look at your ass in your lacy, high cut panties.
"You buy any more sets like this?" His finger hooked under the tiny band, pulling it and releasing so it snapped against your skin gently.
The squeal you gave had him grinning, hands already reaching to grab you, but you pivoted, reaching for another bag. "Maybe," You hummed, lashes batting over your shoulder at him. "Guess you'll have to be patient and see."
Eddie's lips pressed together in a grin, eyes wild and dark, filled with dangerous excitement that always had your tummy flipping with rushing heat. "Sit down." You nodded towards the couch. "Let me show you my next one. I think you'll like it."
Eddie sat, perched on the edge of the cushion, legs spread, knee bouncing lightly as you rummaged through the bags. When you turned, Eddie barked out a laugh.
"I bought a sweater." You grinned proudly. A running joke between the two of you from much earlier in your relationship.
"You don't have a sweater? You have a fuckin' million clothes, and no sweater? Seriously?"
"I live in Beverly Hills, Ed. Why would I need a sweater?"
There in your hands, with the Ralph Lauren tags still attached, a true thick knit, cream sweater that you held proudly. "A real sweater." You giggled.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, baby. That's a real sweater." Eddie grinned around a laugh. "Lemme see it on you. Put it on for me."
The wolf whistle he gave when you slipped it over your head had you giggling, shimmying the cashmere into place. You didn't get a chance to show him the Vivienne Westwood pleated skirt you'd bought to go with it, before he had you pinned on the couch, lips hungrily tugging at yours, hands slipped under the soft fabric of your sweater.
not sure if we're still playing but i figured i would send this in case inspiration struck! what is modern!eddie like when he's jealous? i feel like he reacts sooo over the top, as if he's a cartoon character or sth
thank you for sharing these, your writing is making my standards too high for most real men 😽😽
surprise surprise loverboy gets insanely jealous lol and demands attention. in classic modern!eddie style, he's gotta be a little needy lol. fluffy with a little smut at the end, but not graphic at all lol. enjoy <3
"What are you doing?" The click in your tone made Eddie wince, and though he couldn't see you, he knew your nose was scrunched, lips in an aggravated snarl.
"Get- Stop touching me, Ed." You huffed, shoving him off you, his body slacking against yours, arms heavy around your waist. Why he chose to get touchy in the middle of this party- with too many people, and no air flow- was a mystery to you.
Eddie let his arms fall, but kept one hand on your jean shorts, fingers curling around the loops, fingertips brushing the exposed skin on your back. His eyes didn't meet yours, narrowed in a glare across the room, jaw set tight looking at her- Avery.
Eddie knew of Avery- sort of.
He knew you'd been in a casual relationship before him, that the two of you had been roommates, and broke it off on mutual terms; really, there was no need for him to not like her.
Except, for the fact that the two of you had dated. That she was your ex. And that when you saw her tonight, she gave you a hug that lasted a second too long, in Eddie's opinion. And that she had managed to make you laugh- your real laugh, that always teetered on a snarky snicker and always left Eddie dizzy. It left him reeling tonight, too, but in a much different way.
In a way that had his chest tightening, heart dropping with fear, hands clammy when they first reached out to grab at your hip- a territorial move, sure, but he wanted to make sure Avery knew.
"What's the matter with you?" You squinted, turning to Eddie. "You were the one who wanted to come, and now you're actin' like a fuckin' freak-"
"-I'm not-"
"- You absolutely are." You scoffed, eyes rolling over his frame. "You're being all weird. Did you take something?"
"No." Eddie's jaw clenched, sure his cheeks were beginning to burn red with embarrassment.
"So why are you being weird?" You snapped, lifting a brow at him. "And why are you touching me so much?" Your hand shoved his off of you, taking a wide step back, nearly hitting a couple behind you.
Eddie let out a short huff of air, shaking his head like he was the one who was annoyed- it had your eyes narrowing. "God fuckin' forbid I think you look hot, right? How dare I show you some appreciation?" He snapped sarcastically.
You didn't snarl or bitch, no snapping comment- instead, your eyes narrowed, looking at him so intensely it made him shift. His gaze shifted from yours, around the room, eyes landing on her for a moment too long.
He hoped you'd miss it. You didn't, of course.
A snap of your neck and you immediately knew where his gaze was lingering, where it had been all night. For a moment, you felt your own jealousy seep in out of instinct, until the realization came to you-
"You're- Are you serious?" Gawking at him in disbelief, your eyes widened, fighting back a grin.
"Fuck off, alright? Don't start-"
"-You're jealous?"
"So what if I am?" Eddie snapped, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "What? You gonna go talk to her some more now? Flirt right in front of me- torture me?"
Your lips pressed in a line, swallowing down a nasally mean and mocking laugh. Instead, your hands found his, hesitating for a moment before you placed them back on your hips. PDA wasn't your thing, especially not in a crowded, hot room, but the way Eddie was pouting, lip jutting and huffing with shifting eyes- how could you not indulge?
Fingers sliding over his sweaty curls, your pulled Eddie in by the base of his neck, body slotting to fit into his, lips on his for a very sloppy, very public smooch in the middle of the party. Eddie's hands roamed over your body, squeezing at the fat of your ass, pressing you further into him.
The two of you left the party shortly after that, excitedly scampering to his car. Eddie was laid out in the driver's side, the seat reclined while you climbed on top, sinking on his dick, hovered over him. Both of you were thankful for the tinted windows.
I need help is cowboy!eddie like an actual cowboy? What does that entail!? Like stirrups and chaps and crap?
yes and no lol. he’s a professional bronco rider. his dad and grandfather and so on were (to get money for booze tbh) and then he just kinda learned by default. swore he wouldn’t do it and then did it bc he was good at it and could make a lot of money quickly.
then he started training horses on the side & that’s really what he transitions in to. sorta like the first step to getting horses trained so they can go onto compete in derbies or be show ponies- like he’s who teaches them. it’s a lot less physically demanding on him, and again, can make a shit ton of money really quickly bc he’s made connections and gets in with the “rich people” who love to put their insanely expensive horses in shows lol.
but not really cow herding and anything like that. works with animals, but mainly just horses, and whatever sweet girl brings in bc he’s never said no to her (and meant it) a day in his life lol.
Has NB ever been insecure about her body after pregnancy? Eddie reassured her that she is beautiful and showed her that she is?
i really don’t get a vibe from her that she was, and honestly, a lot of that came from the fact that rockstar!eddie just never made her feel bad. like i don’t think i possess the talent to write and show how affectionate rockstar!eddie is especially after she gets pregnant. and even more so when she gives birth to a baby???
honestly, why do you think they had so many kids lol? like he worships her in a way that i can’t explain. and honestly, she’s just never really felt bad about herself.
plus, in the spirit of authenticity, she had access to so many resources during her pregnancy and after. the best of the best for stretch marks, and she could easily recover because she didn’t have to work. like she has the money to truly take care of herself and her body, and that makes a world of difference. plus an amazing support system?
i think any body insecurities might come from being worried when she can’t have sex for a while (bc they have it quite a lot lmao). i could see with persephone being really worried that he’d cheat on her.
Summary: Thinking about breeding kink and Eddie 'Motormouth' Munson shooting his mouth off at the feel of your pussy clenching around his cock…Bonus points because he actually wants to be a daddy.
A/N: The second place winner of this poll. It was a tight race—these two were tied for a bit there. Also, I’m posting this so I can work my way down the poll to get to the nosferatu inspired smut and the dark!eddie anal that isn’t really that dark (so y’all better enjoy it, smut so good it made the author wet fr)—those two are I think my favorites that I wrote during ovulation week. Pls ignore any mistakes or odd sentence structure–I wrote this very fast and in a fiery, horny passion
Word Count: 700ish
Warnings: 18+ mdni!! PiV unprotected, breeding kink, pregnancy kink?? unhinged levels of dirty talk, cream pies, dom!Eddie, daddy kink but in this way, Eddie wants you to have his babies, smidge of degradation, smidge of name calling (one ‘whore’)
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“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, you want my fucking babies that bad, huh? You wanna be a mommy so fucking bad you gonna take my cum from me?”
Unable to formulate actual words at the pounding of his hips, you simply nod your head messily, mumbling out a strained, “Uh huh.”
“Yeah, I know you fucking wan’ it. Wanna be full o’me, don’t ya, honey?” Groaning at the way his words elicit a particularly tight squeeze of your walls, he continues spewing out absolute filth through panting breaths. “Wan’ me to fuck my seed so far up your greedy little cunt you’ll get two babies for one, I know you fuckin’ do.”
“Please! Eddie, jus’ wanna feel you,” you whimper, losing all awareness of reality as he crushes your body under his weight. Desperate, rutting hips slap the back of your thighs; his cock invades your poor, tight hole with the fervor of a man possessed.
Shaking his head, Eddie grits his teeth as he leans down, pushing into your space even more at his declaration. “Nah, you’re not here to feel me, sweetheart. You’re here to gimme a baby like I asked for. You gonna give it to me? Gonna let me breed this tight little cunt?”
The sharpness of his words matches the pang of his cock as it just barely kisses your cervix, knocking the breath from you. You don’t know whether you’re desperate to cum, for him to cum, or for your abused pussy to get a break. “I’ll give you whatever you want, please! Eddie, please, jus’ wan’ you inside me.”
He’s already inside you, that’s why you’re currently huffing out puffs of air in time with his thrusts. But he knows what you actually mean—you want his cum. Although, in the hazy heavenly feel of your walls clinging to him, he does note how you haven’t specifically agreed to his request to breed you. That only frustrates him more—you want to cum, you want something from him, but you’re offering nothing in return. If you want to feel good, he’s going to need you to give something up first—that’s how deals work.
“I am inside you, honey. But you gotta say the magic words if you wan’ my cum, if y’wanna feel all nice and warm inside—I know you’re a whore for being stuffed.”
At your mewling response—mind too consumed by his thick length stretching you so wide to actually respond with words—he presses a large palm onto your lower stomach, reveling in the way he can feel his cockhead nudge his hand.
The new pressure elicits a pleasured scream as you throw your head back, wailing into the air, “Please! Please, please, please can I have your cum?”
Eddie bites his lip in hunger as he watches you lose your mind over a little pressure. “Nah, baby, that’s not it. Tell me what I wanna hear,” he orders; the magic words you chose are not the ones he was looking for.
Too cock-drunk to function, you shake your head with pinched brows, trying to force any thoughts to come—scrounging up any idea of what he might be looking for. “I don’t–I don’t know. I–please!”
A wicked grin spreads across his lips as he realizes he has you right where he wants you. “I’ll give you a hint, sweet girl, would you like that?”
Another pleading whimper and a nod. Tears well up in your eyes as his thick cock pushes you right to the precipice of heaven—or damnation, you don’t know.
“You can say something like, ‘Daddy, wan’ you to make me a mommy’ or how about, ‘Daddy, gimme your…’” His condescending, mocking tone makes you preen as he leaves the last option open for you to finish.
“Please, daddy, gimme your babies! Wanna have your babies so fucking bad! Fill me up, please, god, I wanna feel you,” you wail, squeezing your eyes shut in ecstasy, finally letting the tears run down your temples.
“Good girl,” he coos, sliding his hand to where you need him most. All it takes is the first tight circle around your clit and you’re screaming for him.
“D–Daddy! Daddy! Please, fuck! Oh, god!”
“Oh, good girl, baby,” he chuckles breathily, his dark eyes alight with hunger as he watches you cum—feeling your cunt milk his cock for all its worth. “Fuck, take it, take my fucking cum,” he grits, groaning wildly, shoving himself even deeper. “Gonna knock you up, make you mine forever, honey.”
He leaves you with so much cum stuffed into your pussy, he might be right—he might’ve given you two babies in one go.
A/N: I really want people to read the dark!Eddie fic so I’m gonna give y’all the synopsis here. The only reasons I’d label it as dark are A) there’s some manipulation about what counts as losing your virginity (it’s not losing it if it’s anal!) and B) it’s in response to someone asking for more dark!Eddie after my last one.
Overall, though, Eddie is very very sweet to the reader—he’s just obsessed with you. Basically you’re dating Jason Carver, he sends you to pick up his weed from Eddie, you think you have to pay but you don’t have money, Eddie conveniently doesn’t tell you Jason already paid, smut ensues (sex for goods yurrr) etc etc. It’s porn with very little plot, but the smut is so fucking good and I like thinking about desperate perv!eddie getting a taste of Jason’s girl and sending her on her merry way knowing he’ll be seeing her again.
I was thinking about what you said about dry humping and Janitor!Eddie. Then I started thinking about straddling him on the couch while he sucks on his girl’s tiddies and she begins to grind on him until they both cum in their pants 🫣
oh helllllllll yeah. lfg janitor!eddie girlies nows your time!!!! smut ahead minors dni.
Eddie groaned beneath you, his head tipping back onto the cushioned back of the couch, eyes screwed shut, lips vibrating with the moan he tried to swallow. He looked so pretty, you decided, a hand caressing his cheek for a moment before your lips were back on his.
A bottle and a half of chardonnay, the excitement of spring break and being off for the week, and Cross My Heart playing on the screen; you'd blame that triple threat as the reason you both were here. Stripped down to just your underwear, hips rocking against his.
"Please," Eddie gasped, a straggled breath caught in his throat, fingertips sinking into the flesh of your hips. "Sweetheart, you- I'm gonna bust if you keep do-doing that."
Your toothy grin had his stomach lurching with a rush of excited heat, eyes widening in excitement, maybe fear. You had a tendency to get a little bold when you'd had a drink or two, not that Eddie minded. Oh no, it was quite the opposite, it's the exact reason why his body was fidgeting under yours, hips wiggling for friction.
"Mmm," You let out a soft moan, your hands squeezing around his shoulders, head tipping back. Your own hips swiveled, rocking gently. You could feel the wet patch already forming at the front of your cotton panties.
"Baby, you- you gotta stop." Eddie's voice cracked, embarrassingly high pitched in a way he hadn't heard since middle school.
"I don't wanna stop." You purred, hips moving agonizingly slow, your clothed clit rocking against his tented boxers. "I like how this feels."
"Fuck," Eddie whispered, the combination of your words and the way he could feel your wetness starting to seep through your underwear to his, had his hands beginning to shake with blinding pleasure.
"Don't you like how this feels?" You hummed, so sweetly it had Eddie blushing. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"Jesus- Yeah, it feels really fuckin' good, baby." Eddie nodded, eyes rounded and wide when they met yours, only for a moment, before his gaze shifted to your boobs, nearly inches from him.
His hands slid up your body, slowly, leaving you shivering, a small whine leaving your lips, grinding harder and harder when Eddie's thumbs slid over your nipples.
Eddie's hands lingered there for a moment, before his face was buried between them, kissing your left boob, lips wrapped around your nipple.
His hands slid back down your body, over your ribcage, the swell of your hips, anchoring on your ass. Squeezing handfuls of each of your cheeks between his calloused hands, your thighs were beginning to shake at the sensation, rocking harder and harder.
"Eddie, that feels so, sooo good." You whimpered, his face pressing further into your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple.
A gasp tore from your throat, eyes opening with a start at the sudden shift. Eddie's hands still held your ass, pressing you further and further into him, his own hips meeting yours with a furiously needy rhythm.
"E-Ed," You gasped, your orgasm creeping closer and closer, Eddie's hands pressing you further and further into him. So close you thought you might fuse together.
Eddie's body moved with yours, a symphony of both your breathy moans and gasps mixing with the squeak and groan of the couch springs, until you finished, a flood of wetness that soaked and darkened the front of your panties. Eddie's followed shortly after, a sticky, whiny mess of an orgasm, his face still buried between your breasts.
He pulled you on top of him, your warm cheek pressed against his chest, both your eyes shining from the wine and your own releases. "I don't think I've dry humped someone since freshman year of high school." Eddie admitted, mind still swimming, slowly reeling. "I forgot how good it feels."
You giggled, turning to him, chin pressed to his chest. "It did feel pretty good, didn't it?"
"Felt more than pretty good." Eddie muttered.
"More than pretty good, hm? So you liked it?" There it was again- that sneaky, wide smile that had Eddie's heart lurching. Eddie nodded, his hand smoothing down your back gently.
"Yeah? You liked it when I did this?" Your grin widened, pressing your hips into his, your wet underwear pressing together.
"Yes." Eddie jumped at the sensation, a smile tugging on your lips when you giggled, silly and love sick, his arms wrapping around you.
"Good to know." You hummed, leaning in gently, lips barely brushing. "I'll keep that in mind." You muttered, your lips enveloping his, hands sliding over his jaw, pulling him into you.
